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- Quick, or she'll see us!

Aria! - You're so beautiful!

- I love you, Ciccio. You're so handsome!

What are you saying? - Darling!

- Cut it out!

You're seeing Ciccio! - Stop it!

- Everyone knows. - Fat ass!

Stop it! Cut it out! Mum!

Stop it! Mum!

I have to study! Got it?

Who started it?

- Her. - It was Aria.

Of course, who else?

Manuel?! Manuel Ginori!

Stop, stop, I'm all sweaty.

I didn't know you were here.

I wanted to surprise you.

So, how are you?

Hold on a moment, the girls!

Hey, I brought a present for you.

This is for Donatina.

This is for Lucrezia.

And this is for Aria.

And this is for your mum.

What are you doing?

- You don't know? I'm getting my stuff.

Our parents are getting divorced.

Dad's taking me with him.

You guys are staying with Yvonne.

- Why aren't you calling her Mum?

Dad!

Dad!

Are you really leaving?

- Who told you that? - Lucrezia.

Yes, no... just for a while.

I'll be back, I'm leaving for a film.

Yes, you're dad's leaving;

he's not brave enough to tell you.

She's crazy, it's her fault!

- Yeah, he's right.

It's my fault that I had a kid

with a shithead like you!

Lucrezia, we're leaving!

That way I don't have to listen to

this f***ing amateur play the piano.

Speak for yourself, you dog!

Come on, Dad. - At least I'm famous.

- Dad, let's go...

They write about me in encyclopedias.

In your face, whore!

You'll always be a loser!

You ponce, get out!

Yes, I'm leaving! That way you're free

to f*** whoever you want in this house.

The cuckold is leaving!

- Yes, you're a cuckold!

You disgust me; you f*** anyone.

You've been with women, even midgets.

Dad!

Whore! - Dad, let's go.

- F*** you, my rib is broken.

F***, the David.

Go and get the David!

Well...

Why the long faces?

You didn't even say hello to me.

Easy come, easy go.

Do you know how lucky we are?

Now we'll be completely free.

We'll go on a cruise, us three.

And without that annoying Lucrezia.

Do you have to break our balls

with this music? Go to bed!

What do you know about balls, idiot?

- What the f*** are you saying?

If you had any, you'd be on your knees

in front of Rachmaninoff! - What?!

Are you the master around here?

- I'm the master of music!

Take this, f***er! - Throw yourself

out the window, not your oranges!

Crazy b*tch, go back inside!

- I've lived here 60 years, and this...

How f***ing dare you?!

- F***er!

My parents got divorced,

how cool is that?

From now on we'll be completely free,

no more arguments.

We're going on a cruise.

From now on I'll do

whatever the f*** I want.

Ist, you're smoking without me?

No, this cigarette's just for show.

"I'm the goat made of iron, eyes like

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